"Dear, we need to talk to you," said the Succubus sister, who, although identical to her sibling, liked to wear a mithril bracelet on her left wrist, while her sister preferred to wear hers on the right. This made it easy for Rody to tell which was which. Mimicking Rody's mother's tone, she made a funny face at Rody with a smile, while her sister, the other Succubus, grabbed Rody's arm and pulled him out the door, not even giving him a chance to greet his mother.
"Heidi, let go!" Rody felt a bit of a headache dealing with these two Succubus sisters who tempted him daily. If he wasn't careful, they might just drain him dry.
"Okay, look, I'm letting go. I'm being good!" The younger Succubus sister, upon her sister grabbing Rody's arm, pretended to be a well-behaved child, blinking her electrifying eyes rapidly.
"Hey, and you too, Haini! If you have something to say, just say it. Don't touch, I haven't bathed today... and no kissing! Hey, hey, let's talk!" Rody felt the softness of the elder Succubus sister's chest against his arm and quickly tried to negotiate. If he continued to resist, he figured they might just slip their hands into his pants. Rody often woke up to find the drunken sisters sprawled over him, either with their hands reaching for something erect or their flexible tails winding around his thigh inside his clothes, leading to nightmares mostly caused by them.
"Dear, we're planning to make a set of autumn clothes, but we're missing a high-quality beast skin. You're our promised little husband, aren't you going to help us get even a single piece of clothing?" The younger sister hugged Rody's waist, breathing a light purple mist into his ear.
"The best would be snow leopard skin, but if not, silver fox or golden mink fur will do," said the elder sister, taking advantage of Rody's confusion to make a bold request.
"Remember to catch two red-beaked swans as well, with unspoiled white feathers and fur, especially the magic crystals, they must be intact. We also want to make velvet-lined magic leather boots," the younger sister was no less demanding.
"I'll make you both queens in a moment! And move a mountain of gold for your throne!" Rody said, exasperated.
"If you don't help us, fine, I'll go tell mom that someone touched my breast one morning..." the elder sister hadn't finished her threat when the younger sister added, "And someone also touched my little butt!"
"That's because you asked me to touch you!" Rody retorted angrily: "What's the big deal with a touch? It's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh! Besides, you touched me too!"
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"We're going to tell mom..." The younger Succubus sister immediately put on a pitiful look, ready to tattle to Rody's mother. Rody quickly grabbed the two little devils, nodding, "I'll try, but just try. If it doesn't work, I'll bring you a piece of buffalo skin as a substitute. Don't kiss, your lips carry that annoying passion-destroying magic, damn it... I said don't kiss!"
"We want to kiss anyway!" The two sisters hugged Rody and kissed him on his left and right cheeks respectively, then walked away with laughter ringing like bells.
"Why are all the people around me so abnormal..." Rody felt his face heating up as if on fire, quickly spreading throughout his body. His blood boiled, and a certain part of him became extremely excited and as hard as steel, making him so annoyed that even several buckets of cold water from the well couldn't suppress it.
"Are you going into the Silent Forest again?" The female tavern owner, hiccupping from alcohol, appeared behind Rody unexpectedly.
"Stacey, if I don't come back, you'll have to take care of my mother." In the entire town of Whitestone, the tavern owner was the only person he could confide in. She was always drunk, a keeper of secrets. Although Rody didn't tell her all his secrets, sometimes he would share his troubles with her. She would listen while drinking, and after listening, she would be drunk.
The next day, she would have completely forgotten Rody's troubles, as if she had never heard him speak.
However, every once in a while, maybe a month or a few months later, she would say something out of the blue to Rody. If it was related to Rody's previous troubles, it would turn out that Rody's problems had been solved, or at least, there was some way to solve them.
"Who cares about you? If you can't take care of your mother, that's your problem, I'm not free." The tavern owner's breath reeked of alcohol as she spoke to Rody, her eyes blurry with drunkenness.
"If I can make it back, maybe I'll go to school, my knowledge of magic is too shallow." Rody's way of talking to the tavern owner was always disjointed and self-centered, a style that would leave anyone else completely confused.
"Of course, you are shallow, you're just a little brat! You don't know how high the sky is or how vast the earth is!" the tavern owner said, too drunk to stand, collapsing onto Rody. Rody almost threw her into the well but eventually bent down, picked her up, and carried her back to the tavern, step by step. The patrons, accustomed to such sights, continued drinking and chatting as if nothing unusual was happening.
Rody dumped the tavern owner on her bed and snatched the bottle of wine from her hand, angrily throwing it out the window. He poured a glass of water and forced it into her mouth.
"This isn't wine, get me some..." the tavern owner demanded, waking up wanting to drink.
"You can have urine, want it?" Rody, frustrated, drank the glass of water himself, then left her and strode toward the door. Just as he was opening it, the tavern owner suddenly asked out of the blue, "Are you going to look for that big-breasted elf huntress?"
"I've told you, I only saw her once, and I was too busy running for my life to see her face clearly or learn her name. How am I supposed to find her?" Rody was exasperated.
"Weren't you dreaming about her last time?" the tavern owner, somehow producing another bottle of wine, started drinking again.
"That was a dream!" Rody went back, snatched her bottle of wine, and slammed it on the table, grunting, "Wait until I'm dead, then you can drink yourself to death. No one will stop you then!"
"I don't care about you..." the tavern owner turned over to sleep. Just as Rody was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something, turned over again, and said, "Hey, what did you call me? Did you call me Stacey? You little rascal, you should call me Boss, understand? Or like everyone else, call me Anastasia! Anyway, you're not allowed to call me by a nickname!"
"Who cares!" Rody scoffed, "Anastasia Boss, there, I said it all at once. Are you happy now?"
"Bring me wine..." The tavern owner, after hearing Rody, paused, her expression dimming slightly, and then reached out for the wine again.
"I'm off duty now, there are no servants here to attend to you!" Rody slammed the door and left. The tavern owner lay on the bed, silent for a long time, but then she laughed again and shouted, "Rody, you little rascal, you broke my door, I'm deducting it from your wages!"